Sometimes when I
close my eyes
to see the darkness
that hides just beneath
my pale, red eyelids
Sometimes when I
stuff my fingers
into my ears to hear
the sounds of nothing
Sometimes when I
try to drown myself
in the soapy, lavender bath
I see the sunset in your eyes
I hear the tremor in your voice
I feel the flowers of your imagination on my skin...
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4 comments:
well well well do u think i cant recognise this poetry or the paintings ..u seem to under estimate me.,good luck
good blog ..keep it up
good work keep it up
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